Her pink manicured talons slapped the paper on my desk. Her expression was a slight scowl. I looked down and smiled at the bright B on my paper. I was just getting better and better. But the thought that I had offended Julian yesterday still pricked me. I had made a well rehearsed apology in my mind and was ready to pour my heart out to him when I walked back.
He wasn't there.
It broke my heart a little but I understood fully. I didn't know him that well and it wasn't my place to say that. But I did care about him.
I walked back the next day.
He wasn't there.
I was loosing hope that he'd ever want to meet me again. To ever listen to me again. I understood. I understood now how much words can affect others. I understood now that every action has a consequence. I understood now how much my words had affected him. I understood him now.
My mind had made up every possible horrible scenario now. I was home alone again tonight. Fear creeping up me. I looked over to Julian's house and saw all the lights were out. I furrowed a brow in confusion. It was only 7:30pm. Maybe they're gone out I concluded. My stomach twisted with guilt every time I thought about it. I just closed my eyes and hoped he'd be there tomorrow.
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Short StoryHazel Walker was never good at describing things. She failed at capturing the magic of life into words. But in a mysterious change of events she finds herself searching for every single word in the English language to describe to a boy a world he ca...
